The mention of the copper coated second caused her heart to skip a beat. Marsh might be past his prime but he was still a formidable wolf and not one that she would dare to cross given half a chance to avoid him. She had a lot of respect for the red second and when Triell went on to say that he wasn’t coming back... well she knew it wasn’t because he had simply got an itch in his feet. There was only one thing that would tear him from his pack.
She could hear the pain in his voice and once again was torn between leaning into the dark wolf to show her support and pulling away to allow him his space. For all that they were friends, or at least she still felt that way towards the dark Tainn, she was never quite certain when to draw close and when to pull away and give him his space. With children to return to she decided to err on the side of caution, remaining close enough that he could take comfort if it was what he wanted, but far enough away that she wasn’t forcing anything on him.
“I’m sorry to hear it.” There was genuine concern in her tone, and respect for the departed. It was a small thing but she didn’t know what else to say.
The silence seemed to stretch between them for a few more moments than were comfortable for the tawny pelted leader. A great sadness was filling her up as she realised their time together was probably drawing to a close once again. “I won’t ask you to come with me. Only you can make that choice. But I have two daughters I must return to soon...” Her voice was only just loud enough to be heard over the crashing of the falls. “I imagine Corinna would have children of her own if not yet than on the way?” It was small talk, clearly trying to chase away some of the awkwardness between them and failing miserably.
Her eyes drew closed for a moment as she breathed in the misty air, trying to steal away some of the calmness that it was trying to evoke. She could ask. She should ask... but she wouldn’t.